There has always been a strange smell in the foyer of my apartment complex, which I believe is seeping from the across-the-hall neighbor's place. He's a creepy old dude who drives a Subaru and some little motorcycle/scooter thing with a basket on the back and an extremely loud radio. We're talking, the first time I heard it I really thought there was a band playing in the parking lot. That loud. That is all I know about this man. Well, that and he is painfully bad at guitar.
Having lived a very sheltered life, I was unable to confirm the smell until last night. I had my suspicions, but the other 12 people at my apartment were rather certain ...
My neighbor definitely smokes the gonja. I love it.
1 comment:
i hope the dead hippie in the definition enjoyed his gonja.
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